Free verse № 7121
Bottom on the heath
If I were a bandit
I'd wear special kinds of clothes
A spangely top, tight leather mask
and laddered panty hose
If I were a bandit
You'd find me on the heath
With a special friend I met today
Whose names considerable Keith
If I were a bandit
'Stick up' i would shout
But only when in private
Could i carry such things out
If i were a bandit
I might ride a great black stead
But only when our Ken were tired
would i feel the need
If i were a bandit
I'd bandit every day
But this is all conjecture
Since I am not gay.
4 comments
the rhino shits.its early in the morning as the sun begins to strike the hard green dew soaked plains under Killimanjaro. the hulking beast turns and hesitantly sniffs it's piled shit. the turdpack steams.a gazelle leaps quietly through the high grass. the rhino turns and lumbers off. his horn is up. his "hoof" trot high.
the rhino squats low in the shade of the cypress..the lion pride stares and licks lips. rhino falls asleep with shit on heel. fly on horn tip.tail whips slow.
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